Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

049. Plans and Strategies

It had been a week since you returned to your maiden room, sharing the bed with the clingy Yuuji and Choso. It was part of the punishment you'd imposed on Sukuna for trying to kill your firstborn son... although, deep down, there was another, smaller reason you didn't admit.

When the clock struck midnight, you quietly slipped on your slippers and tiptoed out of the room so as not to wake the others.

From the second to the fourth floors, the servants enjoyed their new quarters. They no longer suffered from backaches, slept under fluffy duvets that protected them from the cold, and, for the first time in a long time, could enjoy some privacy.

Wasuke was resting peacefully until a sharp knock on the door roused him from his sleep. He and his roommates sat up with a start, exchanging confused glances in the dimness, wondering who it could be so late at night.

"Who is it?" the man asked, afraid to open the door. It was curfew, so he couldn't trust it.

"It's me, Y/n."

Wasuke didn't hesitate a second longer to open the door for you. The two other servants quickly welcomed you with a bow. Wasuke was about to light a candle to illuminate the room, but you quickly stopped him.

"I don't plan on staying long. I just came to ask a huge favor."

"This late? Does the king know he's here?" Wasuke raised an eyebrow.

"He doesn't know I'm here, and he can't possibly know I was here."

"What big favor does he need?" One of the servants asked, confused.

"As you know, the king and I will be leaving the kingdom no later than tomorrow. I need you to do something for me while we're gone."

"Just say it," Wasuke asked.

"There's no polite way to say this, but I need Kenjaku killed."

The three men looked at each other, wondering if you'd gone mad.

"Believe me, darling, I want nothing more than to kill that son of a bitch after he tried to kill the prince, but how are we going to do that?" Wasuke asked.

If Choso, a young and experienced sorcerer, couldn't kill him, what could they do?

"I know it sounds impossible, but I have a foolproof plan that can only work if all the servants cooperate."

"What if we're bigger fools than you think?" the other servant asked dejectedly.

"You've survived harsh tyranny so far for the sake of your families, haven't you?" They all nodded. "You're stronger and more capable than you think. I trust you completely."

"And what about the king? Won't he punish us if he finds out we killed that idiot?" Wasuke inquired.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of him. I have him right where I want him." You smiled at them.

The three old men looked at each other. You had done so much for them; it was time to return the favor.

"We are at your service, Your Majesty."

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Higuruma hadn't seen the king for years. A constant tremor ran through his body, but not for the same reasons as before. His mind was a battlefield: every step toward the imposing fortress plunged him into doubt, questioning whether his decisions had been the right ones or if they would lead directly to the ruin of the commune.

The castle bridge loomed open before him, as if inviting and threatening at the same time. Higuruma crossed it without much thought; his presence was expected. He watched the guards busy moving through the corridors with precision to secure the defenses due to His Majesty's imminent absence.